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You Can Call Me Tara by Maria Ski
I thought I had been careful. I took all of my usual precautions, well I
thought I had.
Mum had told me she was going out and that she would be gone for most of
the day, so I thought I could spend some time as Tara. And be the girl I
knew I was inside for a few hours and have plenty of time to become
Michael again with Mum being none the wiser.
How wrong I was, but I knew that one day, one day I would get caught. I
would get caught in an unguarded moment.
When my bedroom door opened and my mother walked into my room all I could
do was squeal in shock. I covered the blue panties I was wearing with my
hands and looked down at my smooth and hairless legs. I was in a state of
dress that could not be undone in a hurry.
My dark raven hair was in a high pony tail, with a curled tendril hanging
down both sides of my very lightly made up face. The cups of the matching
blue bra I wore were filled with my breast forms and I had already pulled
a blue sweater on. The only thing I had left to put on was a pleated mid
thigh skirt.
The skirt was hung over a chair near to where mum was now standing. I
tensed up in anticipation of the screaming and yelling that I was
expecting. But mum just stood there. Why hadn't she started to yell at me?
I had started to tear up as my head hung down. And as soon as mum saw them
she rushed over and gently touched my chin as she lifted my head up and
softly said, "Honey, please don't cry. You're going to ruin your make up."
I sensed that my mother had taken in the whole picture slowly as she had
entered my room. I also had a feeling that she was both shocked and
pleased at how I was able to make myself look. This included everything
from my painted toenails and smooth legs to my hairstyle and make up.
My son, sorry, my daughter sat there on her bed. It was amazing how good
she looked, that is how good my son was able to make himself look.
Everything from his painted toenails and smooth legs through to his
hairstyle and makeup. It was all very well done. It was obvious that he
had a lot of practice. So my plans changed from what was my original
intent.
Mum then turned and retrieved the skirt handing it to me saying, "Finish
getting dressed and come down into the kitchen after you are done. We have
some talking to do."
I took the skirt from my mother and waited till she left the room. All
sorts of thoughts went through my mind as I slipped the skirt on and
adjusted the fit. I also slipped the ballet style flat shoes I had ready
on and I wondered what my mother had in mind. So I did as I was requested
and came down stairs and went to the kitchen. Mum was waiting with a mug
of coffee for each of us.
"You're very pretty," she said with a smile as she motioned for me to sit,
"Very pretty indeed. You remind me of how I looked when I was your age."
I sat down smoothing my skirt as I did so which bought a smile to Mum's
face.
"So," Mum paused, "does my daughter have a name? I can't really call you
Michael whilst you're dressed as you are now can I?"
I paused before answering taking a cautious sip of my coffee. "I chose the
name Tara mum. You can call me Tara..."
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